Nikkah

The nikkah was quiet intimate. Only close family. Soft golden lights the soft murmur of Duas and HIM

TAHA QAMAR

In a tailored black kurta , his silver cufflinks shaped like crescent moon , and that signature oud scent that made Mishel's heartbeat skip every time he stepped near .

They hadn't even said Salam yet and still, his heart had already whispered "MINE "across the room. The moment her name was said in the nikkah Khutbah , he didn't blink ,even once . Not even when his friends smiled and nudged him . He was locked on her. Like his entire universe stitched into her gaze

After the nikkah it was small ring exchange ceremony . Mishel extended her hand and he slid ring onto her finger . Next Taha extended his hand ,and she took his hand in her's but her grip betrayed her and her hand was trembling so badly the ring was about to fall but taha held her hand and guided her shakeing fingers and slid the ring into his hand himself .

A Proud smile on his face and a flushed face behind her veil .

Later that night

He didn't make her uncomfortable instead talked for a while . he took her the frontyard of the house . he quietly handed her a helmet and whispered .

There's someting i want to show you .

Don't worry i promised your dad - first ride will be slow .

( But his smirk said otherwise )

She got on the back of his matte-black Ducati her hands wrapping around his waist tightly as the wind hit her cheeks .

It wasn't just a ride. It wa a freedom . It was something special Just HIM annd HER . The only women for whom the backseat was waiting .

He pulled over a quiet spot an empty rooftop cafe , closed to everyone but open just for them

The rooftop glowed under fairy lights, and the air was scented with roses. Until the steaming cups of coffee arrived, they lingered in quiet smiles, then drifted toward the table. There, he slowly brought out a velvet box and opened it, revealing a golden chain set with a emerald diamond that shimmered like captured sunrays . Mishel gasped softly, whispering, “It’s so beautiful.” The night begin peaceful , calm, a sky full of silence where their bond began to nurture with time .

The night grew spacious and calm, a sky full of silence where their bond began to nurture with time. Yet, in that stillness, Mishel’s heart stirred with a quiet unease. She lowered her gaze and whispered, “Do you think Allah really wrote us? Or is this just something we forced, a mischief of ours?” Taha leaned closer, his breath warm in the cool night, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “He wrote you in my qadr,” he murmured, “The day I learned how to make du‘a.” For a moment, her doubts melted away, replaced by the safety of his words. The fairy lights flickered softly, and the silence between them felt like a prayer finally answered .

And just like that The moon shined brighter . The coffee tasted deeper , And TAHA QAMAR wasn't any one but he was her's FOREVER .